Monday, 23 July 2012

but....

Olivia’s heels clicked mercilessly against the pavement. The rain tip-toed across her umbrella trying to get out of her way, her fingers gripping the handle in a velvet vice. Inside the doeskin gloves, they still tingled from the slap she had laid across Gerald’s surprised cheek. She could still hear his pleading tones “..but Olivia!...”


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10 comments:

  1. Very nice! A walk to cool a fit of rage!

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  2. velvet vice..... way beyond creatively-nice....

    yeah, sounds like gerald's a but-head.....

    exceptional 55 expression....

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  3. *smiles* using all the senses..I like that.

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  4. .... A but-head! :)) You are funny! That had me giggling half the morning.

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  5. thanks so much..I'd comment on yours if I could read it :)

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  6. should be able to...but, I dunno..it ain't much..just my scribbles. :)

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I'm not in just now, but you're welcome to stay a while and doodle me a note. Make yourself a cuppa if you like, otherwise there's some beer in the fridge, and probably some left-over chocolate cake. No pinching my turkish delight though, and whatever you do, don't feed the cat, she's completely loony.

Lottie